I love that we have seasons (or what passes for them these days - never feels like we get a proper winter now but mebbes that's living in London's grip). Before I had bairns autumn was my favourite season, summer was the best when they were wee, now they are all 16+ I might just settle back to my autumnal passion. Like the cold accompanied by brightness, love torrential rain, drizzly bleak cold is miserable

Neighbour has a garage & a parking space in front of it, so why has he parked his car on the private land beside my garage? Opposite the sign that says ''PRIVATE LAND''. I like to live a quiet life & not bother anybody, so why do people have to come & interfere with things that are not theirs?

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The woman in the end house at my dad's is territorial about the piece of road outside her house, even to the extent of telling the ambulance men who came for mum that they couldn't park there. Just before mum died the woman picked on my nephew who had enough of her rantings so asked one of his mum's police friends to call and caution the lady and explain that anyone can park in that spot (she basically wanted to retain it for if ever her son came to visit which was rare).

She's stopped it now and is now attempting to be friends with dad - we even invited her to his 90th on Saturday but she didn't turn up as the majority of people at the party were ones she had a go at about parking

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Spoke to the neighbour about the car. He tried to pull the ''Oh, I thought the space was mine to park on, as the letting's agent said I had some land there with the house.'' No mate, the land you have there is the garden adjacent to my land. The garden that is five foot high in brambles & other people's discarded junk. You can do what you like with that. Anyway he was alright about it & has vowed to move other people who park in the road outside his house! Good luck with that then! Why do people with two cars & not enough space to park them have to become my problem? Apparently folks have been getting parking tickets for blocking the dropped kerb recently. They ought to sort out the ones who park on the apex of the bend too.

A local legend in the Stoke area, Mark Bailey, aka the Trent Vale Poet, died just over a week ago, of cancer. He embraced his fate with great courage and even made -and performed in a wheelchair at - a benefit gig organised by the local music scene, three days before he died. This was the video put together by his family and friends at his wake: